Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.